Violet In Lace

by Vivienne Hunt

  Nice. Live with that for the rest of your life, you fucker.

  Justin didn’t care how much money it was going to cost him to sit through this pissing contest; seeing Chad’s face permanently screwed up for the rest of his life, after what he had done, was worth every penny.

  Lawsuits, assault, defamation of character, damages — the lawyers on both sides of the conference table were volleying back and forth, each trying to outdo the other team. Due to the Averys’ high profile, both parties had agreed to meet before either side would consider filing charges. Anthony Regimain must have done his due diligence because Chad and his legal counsel were still scuttling through mounds of paperwork that Anthony and his team had dropped off earlier that day. Chad’s firm was miserably outmanned. Justin would have found it funny if Violet’s ex wasn’t behaving so poorly. He was mean-spirited and short-tempered. He might have been an excellent lawyer, but he made a lousy client.

  “You find this all funny, Avery?” Chad was addressing him outright again after he had been reprimanded several times not to. His professional façade had fallen away about an hour ago.

  “Chad, please do not speak.”

  That was Ronald Baker talking. He was one of the other senior partners in Chad’s firm, who had chosen to represent Hedges. Baker was trying to keep the upper hand in the conversation, but it wasn’t going well for him.

  Justin snickered. “Just sitting back and enjoying the view.” Anthony gave him the over-the-glasses stare of disapproval but said nothing. Justin looked away. He knew he was being petty, but all he really wanted to do was break Chad’s nose all over again. He checked his watch, wondering what Violet was up to.

  “Got somewhere to be?” Chad was trying to egg him on. What a jackass.

  “That’s it, Hedges. Go take a walk and blow off some steam.” Baker again — this time he apologized for his client’s behavior, which Anthony feigned sympathy for, but Justin could see the corners of his mouth turn slyly upward.

  Chad flung open the glass door, stomping out of the room like a petulant child who had just had his ball taken away.

  Anthony pushed his glasses up off the bridge of his nose and slid a folder across the table. He was a classy man with salt-and-pepper hair and distinguished features. When Anthony got serious, it reminded Justin of a tenured college professor who was about to reprimand his undergraduate students. “Here’s the deal,” Anthony began.

  “Oh, I think we’re far from a deal,” Baker interrupted.

  “No, we’re not.” Anthony didn’t like being interrupted. “You’re going to walk away from pressing assault charges against my client,” Anthony continued while Baker opened the large manila folder. “As you can see there, we can prove that Mr. Hedges hired one . . .” — Anthony was referring to his notes — “Mr. Mike Donovan of The Diurnal to photograph Mr. Avery and Ms. Smoke from the building across from Mr. Avery’s condo. Once we tracked down Mr. Donovan, we found that he was more than agreeable to give a written confession that Mr. Hedges not only hired him but gave him detailed descriptions of my client and Ms. Smoke, as well as which condo he was to watch.” Justin could only guess at the persuasion tactics Anthony’s firm had used to get Mr. Donovan to talk.

  “How the hell did you find this guy?” Baker was beginning to sweat.

  “Oh, we have our ways,” Anthony said lightly. Justin noted that he was not about to reveal to Baker that his firm had a very meticulous PI who was a consummate expert at her job.

  Anthony pointed with the tip of his pen to several documents that Baker had laid out on the table. “There’s a lengthy paper trail along with other pictures that haven’t been released to the public yet, of which we now have the originals. Also, we have in our possession a recording of Chad’s voice specifically directing Mr. Donovan to release new footage to The Diurnal every two weeks.” Anthony placed a tablet on the table, opening a particular app where he had a copy of the tape. He opened the audio and pressed play. Chad’s wimpy voice filled the conference room.

  Baker blanched, motioning to one of his associates to go and find Chad, while he continued to inspect the photocopies of receipts from the paparazzi and of his dealings with Chad, along with the man’s written statement.

  “And if we decide to go ahead with charges against Mr. Avery?” Baker asked, but his expressions told the room he already knew the answer.

  “Then we will drag this firm into the spotlight. I am sure that you would like to avoid any unnecessary attention that would attach both senior and junior partners to this . . . very delicate situation. . . .” Anthony removed his glasses, resting them on the table. “I can’t imagine that your other clients would want to catch wind of this, either.”

  Chad came back into the room, immediately sensing that the atmosphere had changed.

  Not in your favor, dick face.

  Justin savored every moment of Chad’s meltdown while Baker explained that they wouldn’t be pursuing assault charges.

  Anthony shook hands with Baker and then walked with Justin to the elevators while his minions packed up their files.

  “I appreciate you taking the time to come down from New York for this one, Anthony. It means a lot.” Justin was relieved.

  Anthony gave him a smug smile as they entered the elevator. “Don’t mention it. Besides, I haven’t been to Atlanta in a while.” He paused. “Joanna’s in town, is she not?”

  Now it was Justin’s turn be smug. “She is, Anthony. Indeed, she is. She would love to see you, though I do believe she had her own meeting tonight with Dad about the impending divorce.”

  “Ah, she got around to telling you.” Anthony placed a hand on Justin’s shoulder. “I wasn’t at liberty to say anything. I am sorry, Justin, truly I am. I’ve been with the family since you were a young lad. It’s the end of an era for your parents.”

  “Thanks, Anthony, but I think we both know it’s in both of their best interests,” Justin observed. The elevator doors opened, and they walked into the lobby.

  “I believe you are aware that my allegiance falls with your mother.” Anthony clicked his tongue in displeasure. “It’s not going to be easy dividing up their legal counsel; in fact, it could get quite messy.”

  Justin held out his hand to Anthony. “If there’s any man who can handle my parents’ divorce with professionalism and dignity, it’s you, Anthony.”

  Anthony shook Justin’s hand. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He opened his briefcase and handed Justin a thick package of paperwork. “This was sent over this morning. It’s all of Ms. Smoke’s paperwork for the new loan on her town house. She’ll need to initial all of the highlighted tabs and sign the final five pages. If you could get this to her and have it returned to me by tomorrow, we will be able to avoid the house going up for auction.”

  Justin took the package, thrilled with the promises that it held inside. “She will be overjoyed, Anthony. Whatever I’m paying you, it’s not enough.”

  Anthony let out a robust laugh. “You say that now, Justin. You may change your mind once you see my bill.”

  Justin just shook his head.

  Lawyers.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Violet

  “I can’t believe it!” Violet squeaked excitedly while she initialed and signed the new mortgage papers. “You did it, Justin; you really were able to move mountains!”

  Violet was wary when she had heard knocking on her front door after ten o’clock at night. She was in the midst of watching a movie when she found Justin on the other side of the door with a look on his face that reminded her of a cat that had just eaten a canary. When he handed her the thick packet of paperwork, she understood why.

  They were sitting at the kitchen table while Violet put her signature on the last page of the documents. When finished, she jumped into Justin’s lap with nothing but kisses and hugs.

  “Don’t you want to know the rest?” he asked, nibbling on her ear.

  Violet’s eyes widened. “That’s right! How did the meeti
ng go? You don’t seem disappointed, so it must be good news. Tell me everything!”

  Justin took her by the hand and led her into the living room, where they cuddled on the couch while he relayed his evening’s exploits with Chad and his firm.

  “Oh, I wish I could have been there to see his face.” Violet giggled. “Well, his new face, that is. It can’t be that bad.” She tried to picture Chad with a messed up nose.

  “Oh, it’s bad.” Justin chuckled. “Believe it. And his sleazy stunt probably cost me a small fortune in lawyers’ fees, but it was all worth it. We got to really stick it to that dick.”

  “Speaking of dick . . .” Violet reached over, seeking out the bulge in his pants.

  “Is my baby finding something she likes?” His voice was getting all husky.

  Violet nodded “yes” while she began to unzip his pants. “I think that we should celebrate. You’ve gotten everything you wanted.”

  Justin’s eyes dropped, and the change in his mood wasn’t lost on Violet. “Justin, what’s wrong?”

  He hesitated. “I feel like an ass. Maybe I’m being selfish. I mean, you’re right, I’m getting everything that I wanted — that we wanted.”

  “Baby, you’re not making any sense? What’s going on?” Violet leaned back into the couch, abandoning her quest for treasure.

  Justin reached over, snagging a stray lock of her blonde hair and began twirling it around his finger. “We’ve lost ground at the boutique — revenue, potential sales, new clients. I may have been able to trade off an assault charge by not going after Chad, but the constant stream of paparazzi has hurt our business; all of our work leading up to Fashion Week may have been for naught. I should have considered pressing him for damages.”

  Violet smiled at him deviously. Now it was her turn to be the cat that ate the canary. “I have been working on a solution to that.”

  “Oh? What tricks do you have up your sleeve?” He tugged at her robe. “Or should I say panda sleeve? What is with this ensemble anyway?”

  “It’s the remnants of a couple days with a very limited wardrobe.” She undid her robe, revealing the cartoon-fruit pj’s from Walmart. She hated to admit it, but they were comfortable. Besides, she hadn’t thought that she would see Justin tonight.

  “Classy,” he playfully poked fun. “And don’t think you can change the subject by wooing me with animated fruit — wait, is that a talking grape?” He traced his finger around the picture covering one of her breasts.

  “Ha, ha.” She swatted his hand away. “Let’s just say I have something in the works to hopefully quell our paparazzi problem, but there’s no guarantee that it will work. It’s a ‘wait and see’ type of thing.”

  “You’re being cryptic.” He studied her face, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

  “I think it is better this way. How does the saying go?” Violet paused thoughtfully. “‘Better to ask for forgiveness than beg for permission.’ Yes, I think that’s it.”

  Justin sulked. “Fine, keep your secrets. I guess I will just have to trust you on this one. If whatever scheme you have planned doesn’t attract more sleaze-balls, then have at it.” He reached in and nuzzled her neck.

  Violet inhaled his scent. It was a mixture of fresh soap and musky cologne that, when blended together, was Justin, her delicious, Justin. “We need to celebrate our wins tonight. Whether or not we gain back the ground we lost at the boutique remains to be seen, but tonight…tonight we have this.” She unbuttoned her fuzzy pajama top, revealing her soft breasts. She cupped her tits, lifting them up to Justin’s inviting mouth.

  “This is the best offer I’ve gotten all day.” He leaned in and drew one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it tenderly.

  Violet’s head fell back as Justin continued to suckle on her nipple before releasing it to seek out the other. “I could get used to this kind of attention,” she said breathlessly.

  “You better,” he replied, “because I intend to see to your every need for the foreseeable future. Now, get the hell out of this crazy outfit; I want to see you — all of you.”

  She stuck her bottom lip out when he removed his mouth from her nipples but obeyed his command, taking off her robe and stripping out of her pj’s. She drew her knees up to her chest, suddenly self-conscious without the costume of crazy pj’s or some type of colorful lingerie to wrap around her full figure.

  “Uh-uh,” Justin reprimanded, “I never want you to hide from me, Violet. Stand up. Let me see you.”

  “Justin . . . ,” Violet began to complain, but he stopped her with a tender kiss.

  “Let me see you.”

  Relenting, she got off the couch, standing in front of him with nothing to hide her naked body from his gaze.

  Justin undid his pants, releasing his hard cock from its confines. It bounced upward, already thick and erect. “Do you see this?” he asked while gripping his hand around the base, pulling down the foreskin and revealing its fat mushroom head. “You do this to me, Violet. You, with your creamy thighs, your soft belly, your plump breasts, and your sexy round ass that ripples off of my cock when I fuck your mouthwatering cunt from behind; it’s all because of you.” He kept stroking himself while his eyes roamed over every inch of her flesh. “There’s not a woman in the world that arouses me the way you do, baby, and I love every minute I get to spend with you, loving you, fucking you, making you mine.”

  Violet was undone. No man — not her ex, not college boyfriends, no one — had ever seduced her with words the way Justin just did. His sincerity, his arousal for her brought tears to her eyes. She wiped away a rogue tear that had rolled down her cheek.

  “Baby, I didn’t mean to upset you. . . .” He reached for her.

  “I’m not upset, Justin.” She laced her fingers through his while she straddled his legs. “On the contrary, let me show you.” Deliberately she lowered herself onto his cock, inch by inch. Her pussy was already engorged, wet, and waiting. She engulfed him in her tunnel of tight, hot heat.

  Justin exhaled. “You feel like a fucking glove around my dick. It’s the perfect fit.”

  “We’re the perfect fit.” Violet ran her tongue over his bottom lip before covering his mouth with her lips, her kisses sultry and sensual.

  “We are,” he whispered into her kisses.

  Together they found a lazy rhythm as Justin cupped her ass cheeks in his hands while guiding her up and down.

  Violet savored their lovemaking, feeling her connection with Justin grow. She had relished every fucking he had ever given her, but in that moment, she relished their bond even more while they made love.

  She lost track of time while she rode him, caught up in the trance of his green eyes.

  Eventually the beast within him bubbled to the surface as he quickened his pace. “Enough,” he said, flipping her onto her back, his cock still lodged in her pussy. “I need release and I need it now.” Grabbing her by the ankles and spreading her legs out in the form of a V, Justin relentlessly fucked her pussy.

  “God, yes!” Violet cried out, mashing her tits together. “Fuck me, Justin, fuck me!”

  “Rub your clit for me,” he commanded between breaths. “Pleasure yourself for me.”

  Immediately obeying, Violet reached down and began furiously rubbing her clit as sparks of fire starting building from the tips of her toes — a telltale sign that her orgasm wouldn’t be far behind. “Justin . . . I . . . need . . . to . . . come. . . .”

  “We . . . come . . . together . . . ,” he panted, pulling out of her. He leaned over her, furiously pumping his cock over her tits. Thick ropes of cum splashed over her nipples and cleavage.

  Violet felt her climax take over as she moaned out her satisfaction, her fingers still furiously rubbing her clit while he continued to empty his balls onto her breasts. When he was finished, Violet scooped up a dollop of his cum that had landed on one of her nipples and licked her fingers clean. “Mmm . . . yum.”

  His eyes darkened. “Let’s g
o clean up. We’re not done celebrating.”

  The shower upstairs felt divine. It was a modern stall that sat across from the claw-and-ball foot tub in the corner of the master bathroom. Beautiful stone tiles covered its floor and walls, which were complemented by a rolling glass door. The oversized chrome showerhead released a steady torrent of water that splashed down onto the floor as steam rose to the ceiling. The shower was more than spacious enough to accommodate two people, and Violet savored every sudsy, silky moment of it as she lovingly washed Justin’s body from head to toe. She took her time running the soapy shower sponge over his toned arms and chest, paying special attention to the indent of his hip bones that led to his semi-hard cock, which was beginning to curve upward as it hardened under her ministrations. While she massaged his ball sack in one hand, she expertly worked the soapy sponge up and down his dick with the other, pushing the foreskin back and forth over its mushroom tip. It was causing Justin to grunt his approval as he propped himself up against the shower tiles.

  “You spoil me,” he murmured.

  “I could say the same about you,” Violet murmured back, giving him wet kisses in between the steady flow of water raining down on them.

  Justin grunted again when she picked up the pace of her hand job, using the suds for the lubrication to continue jerking him off.

  “I’m not going . . . to last much longer . . . if you keep this up.” His words were clipped.

  “That’s the whole point,” Violet teased as she fondled his balls between strokes. She squeezed his cock hard several times.

  He spread his legs wider, placing the palms of his hands on the tiles behind him. She grinned knowingly; he was getting close. It made her heart swell that she could please him like this, that she turned him on this much.

  “I’m . . . comminnggg,” he cried out as his milky cum shot from his cock, coating Violet’s hand before being washed away in a cascade of water and soap.

  She continued to milk his dick with her hand until he was spent, the last of his seed released and washed down the drain. It was powerful realizing the spell she had over him.